Looking for feminisation stories

[elgoomgnizalb]

As the subject reads, looking for some good ones. Literotica's search is... Rather clunky, and doesn't really have any tags to mark what the stories are about, and most other sites I found were.. Lackluster.

[subm_1280]

Try this link

http://www.asstr.org/~oneguy4fun/Stories.htm

They got me into this female domination stuff.

[backstrokin]

http://www.literotica.com/stories/membe ... ubmissions

[goldenshowers]

[url]http://www.storysite.org[/url]
[url]http://www.petticoatpunishmentart.com[/url]
[url]http://www.prissys-sissies[/url]

i know some more if you're interested... not that i'm in to that kind of thing....

[Salix]

I have to say that my number one favorite site for stories is www.FictionMania.Com
they have a great search function, being able to select a bunch of tags at the same time,
and the results are sorted by dated added so all the new ones are at the top of the list
(handy if you check back often like me)

[Akasha]

As the subject reads, looking for some good ones. Literotica's search is... Rather clunky, and doesn't really have any tags to mark what the stories are about, and most other sites I found were.. Lackluster.

I have a section of my forced femme stories on my site, Akasha's Web. If you tell me more specifically what you are seeking, and I have a story that fits, I will post it here for you and others. So long as you jerk off to the edge and not cum unless you are in tight pink panties....


Akasha

[elgoomgnizalb]

As the subject reads, looking for some good ones. Literotica's search is... Rather clunky, and doesn't really have any tags to mark what the stories are about, and most other sites I found were.. Lackluster.

I have a section of my forced femme stories on my site, Akasha's Web. If you tell me more specifically what you are seeking, and I have a story that fits, I will post it here for you and others. So long as you jerk off to the edge and not cum unless you are in tight pink panties....


Akasha

This is certainly a blast from the past


As for specifics... Well, I guess "slutification" would be a little more descriptive. 'forced' femme into slutty outfits, sexy underthings, pegging, all those things. And, 'forced' (Look at all those quotes ) sexual services on other men.

To be turned into a little whore, for the pleasure of a dominant woman, in short. If you want more details still, I don't mind giving the,


And while my thong isn't pink, it is tight. And I promise to jack off with them... even if I don't know if it's enough to earn the orgasm

[Akasha]

Alright then. I will share a couple. First, "So You Want to Be My Sissy"
(apologies if these belong in the story section - thought it might be more logical to keep it on the same thread)

(c) [email protected]

So you want to be a little slut, do you?

Sometimes I have to wonder if you know who you are dealing with. If you know how cruel I can be. Sometimes I wonder if you will try to back out once you see the tools I lay out that I plan to use on you.

You don't understand how much pleasure I will take in turning you into a pathetic little sissy. How I will strip each piece of clothing from you with a razor blade as you stand, wrists chained above your head, blindfolded, with my penis gag locked deep into your mouth.

How I will be standing in my latex corset, thigh high stockings and thigh high black patent leather boots. Perhaps now and then I will sit in front of your naked, helpless frame and move my heels down your tender flesh, leaving long, red gashes. How I will kick lightly at your hard cock as it stands out, begging for attention.

And my vibrator, should I decide to use it, may find it's way down your naked flesh as well, still wet from being inside me as I writhed on my bed while watching you shiver in your chains. The slick, vibrating plastic will hum against your cock and balls until you whimper so loud even the neighbors hear. And I'll just reach up and shove the gag deeper in, until you nearly choke on it. It's good for you.

You'll feel my hard nipples against your chest, I'll let them free from my corset just to move them down your body and then to your cock, sliding it between them and rubbing you until your body shakes with need. And I'll laugh.

Pulling back, giving your cock what it deserves A tight leather lacing, a harness, wrapped around under balls and pulled up, locked to your collar so every time you move your head you tighten the bonds. Your cock will be on fire for me, dripping precum, and every drop I will catch on my boots to feed to you later. As you kneel, nose to the floor, your hair a tangled mess in my fist as I push your lips to the cum and order simply, "Kiss, you miserable little slut."

I'll fasten a slick latex plug against the wall, pointing out toward your vulnerable virgin ass, and I'll smile as I push you slow against it, until you feel it poking at your crack, working it's way closer...closer. And if you shake your head in dismay, you'll feel it on your cock. I'll have my body pressed so hard against you, you will feel my nipples against your chest, my wet thighs riding your leg.

So when I hold you by the hips with my latex-gloved hands you will know what I'm going to do to you. Push. Watching you cringe. Push. Watching you let out your breath painfully, feeling your ass cheeks tighten when I move to massage them with my hands. Push. Until you whimper in pain and I know the plug is sliding it's way deep into you. Your body shaking. How does that feel?

I'll wrap my legs around your thigh and push, tightening so you feel my wetness slide up your flesh, your cock bobbing helplessly against my stomach, tugging on your collar. Oh, this is just the beginning.

And then, to re-dress you. As you stand helplessly, plugged like the slut you are, a cock in your mouth keeping you quiet. I'll make you step into the lace panties I have chosen for you, red. And I'll make you wiggle your ass as I pull them up over your thighs. And then the bra, also red, with false breasts.

But only after clamping your nipples tightly, squeezing them, torturing them. Twisting them until you cry out behind the gag. Making sure they are red and sore so you can feel them rub against the foam. A constant reminder.

In your red panties and bra you will look like quite the little whore, and I will pace, my high heels keeping you alert to where I am in the room. Telling you what a little whore you are. Taking Polaroids so I can show you later. Making you lean over what you can and press your ass into the wall to re-tighten the plug, to make sure it remains deep inside of you.

Next the garters and thigh high stockings, also in red lace. Your cock will be bulging inside the red panties, begging for release. But I'll ignore it, perhaps brushing a breast across it as I lean down to pull the thigh highs up. And then locking the garters to them, I might reach around and squeeze your tight ass again, dig my nails into it.

"You're turning out to be quite a hot little sissy," I'll tease. More pictures. More pressing you into the wall. More pausing with my vibrator, you'll hear it, hear me on the bed, moaning, writhing, bucking. You'll feel my heels moving up your body as I watch you, poking at the panties, poking with that spike heel until you whimper and clutch at the chains painfully.

"You look so hot," I will tell you, "Like such a whore, in red lace, I want to suck your tits."

Will you wonder what I am doing with that vibrator, when you hear that distinct sucking sound?

"I just wish there were a man around," I'll say from on my knees right in front of you, "So I can suck some real cock, I want to taste cum, I want cum down my throat. I want to smear it over my lips and nipples...but all I have is you, my little sissy girlfriend, and my vibrator."

I'll play with your breasts through the bra, pressing mine into yours. You'll be my little lesbian slut lover. That's exactly what you need.

But of course, I have the solution. I'll take you down from the chains and strap you down on the bed, pressing down on your so the plug is still tight. Leaving the gag and blindfold securely in place, leaving you in the red lace bra and panties, moving my hands over your thigh highs, my thumb teasing the naked flesh just about the seams.

With the bindings still linking your cock and balls to your collar, you will know better than to struggle. I'll slide my strap-on harness around your hips. You know what is coming. You'll know very well when I slide the big black dildo into the harness and point it upward, feel me moving on the bed, straddling you.

"I like fucking my girlfriend this way, " I'll remind you as I lower my wet cunt down on the big slick piece of plastic. You'll feel the pressure on the other side of the panties, pressing down on your forgotten cock. You'll feel it against your cock every time I ram my hips down, taking that dildo as deep as I can, massaging your tits and telling you what a little sissy you are.

Maybe you'll even feel my wetness through your lace panties. You'll know it's there, you'll know very well. And the pressure of my body riding the dildo will crush your cock and balls and ram that plug deeper into your ass. You will feel like you're going to be split in two.

"You like to be used like a little slut sissy whore?" I'll growl down at you, gripping your bra tightly, squeezing your breasts as I rock and writhe. When I cum, you'll feel it piercing through the plug in your tight ass, you'll feel it smashing down onto your trapped cock as my ass crushes against it, as I ride you like a horse, your tortured cock now pushed back all the way down between your legs, tugging hard on your collar.

You'll hear me get up off you, spent, unlocking the harness and commenting at how wet the cock is with my cunt juices. But like a whore, you know what you get next. As I finally unlock that gag for the first time, you know what you get next. You will open your mouth wide for me, without even my asking, and accept that soaking wet dildo eagerly. And I'll fuck you with it, fuck your mouth, until you can barely breathe. But like the slut you are, you will take it, and beg for more.

"You want more, little slut?"

"Yes Mistress, I want more, I'm a total whore, " you'll reply appropriately, and you'll take that shaft deep as I watch and talk about how I might use it on your ass next, but wondering oh-where should I shove that plug in your ass when I am using your ass for this dildo? Oh, I wouldn't do that, would I?

But you'll take it all slut, You'll be my slut when I need it, you'll be my sissy when I need it. You will present me with your face as a sitting place when I feel like having your breath against my cunt and ass. You will bend over and give me a place to shove my plug when I want it. You'll open your mouth wide and take my big, black dildo when I want to watch you suck.

And you'll learn to like it.

[Akasha]

The Training of Paul
(c) [email protected]

Paul stands before me in a long latex hobble skirt.

He looks delicious as usual, this time he's put even more off balance by a pair of black patent leather pumps with 6 inch heels. Tonight he will be the center of attention as the slut toy of my 3 best friends. My girlfriends are to arrive shortly and he is preparing my place for their arrival, struggling so beautifully as he does.

Paul has not worn men's underwear in months now. He wears my panties to work every day, or wears the silky things I make him pick out and try on at the Victoria's Secret at the mall. This humiliation ritual is just one of the many things I do to him to keep his male-ness in check and turn him into the perfect lesbian slave for me.

He's nervous tonight for two reasons. One is that tomorrow we start his hormone therapy (months of using a breast enlargement machine on his tits has done no good) and tonight he is going to be the hole for one of my girlfriends who has never used a strapon before.

Both things terrify him.

The inflatable, vibrating plug in his ass makes it even harder for him to walk. I have a remote control that I keep in my pocket and can cause him all kinds of humiliation at a moment's notice. Sometimes I turn it up on high just to watch him shudder, and I walk over to him and look at the way his whole body trembles as if he is in an electric chair.

I stroke his cheek. "Aww…poor paulina, is that uncomfortable?"

But Paul cannot speak. Panties are in his mouth, the panties I masturbated in while he watched just an hour ago. A harness is over the lower part of his face to keep them intact. The harness also has a buckle in front so I can attach a large, protruding dildo. This is so he can service my girlfriends later that night, face - to - pussy, while I take him from behind.

This is going to be a long night for Paul.

But he has come a long way.

**

When I met Paul he was a typical wisecracking, arrogant salesman for a large medical supply company. I met him on a road trip when he tried to hit on me (and cheat on his girlfriend at the time).

"So wanna come up to my room?" he had asked, leaning over to me. I could smell the beer on his breath.

"I thought you said you had a girlfriend?" I reminded him, pushing him back a little.

He smiled. That sleazy, salesman smile. "What she won't know won't hurt her," he had said.

Little did he know how much it would hurt him.

**

I let Paul up into my room that night. And when I tied him up, he had the typical, lecherous man-toy response, something like, "Oh baby, kinky, I like that. I like kinky."

"Oh yeah?" I asked, taking out a huge dildo, a tube of K-Y and a long leather whip. His eyes got a little wider.

"Shit, what the hell are you into?"

I straddled his face. Don't get me wrong; Paul was a good looking guy. He was quite gorgeous actually. Which is why breaking him was even more appealing.

"You like to eat pussy?" I asked him.

His eyes were focussed on my panties; my skirt was hiked up a little and I was teasingly rubbing two fingers on the crotch of my silkiest pinks. "Oh yes," he said predictably.

"You won't be getting any pussy tonight, Paul," I said to him.

I dismounted and he moaned, trying to get loose. But I had tied his wrists securely to the headboard with stockings, and he wasn't going anywhere.

This is the part I enjoy the most, I think. When a man who has never seen a woman like me watches me step into a strap on harness. Because at first he thinks it is some contraption I will use to fuck myself; oh no, not at all.

Then he sees that the big, 8 inch dick sticking out is for him. Oh, you should see the look in his eyes. Panic. Begging. Sometimes laughing in disbelief.

But Paul was a sharp one. He knew he'd screwed up. He knew it, even as I pulled his legs over his head and chained them to the bed frame. He knew when I pulled down his designer briefs, slapped his ass and told him he was going to be re-trained and learn to treat women right.

And damn, was his hole tight. He howled so loud I had to bring out my biggest cock gag, which took some work to get into his mouth thanks to his homophobia.

"Later you'll be sucking THIS dick," I told him as he fought and howled.

It shut him up sufficiently, and I enjoyed riding him for a good long time before his ass loosened up and his dick started to stiffen under my expert grip. In that position I could smile down at him and taunt him with his growing erection.

"I think you like it up the ass," I told him. "Your dick is so hard. It's harder now than it was when my pussy was in your face."

He looked so humiliated. But his dick was dripping pre-cum already. Drip, drip drip. I pointed it into his face. It got into his eye. He tried to get away but couldn't.

I fucked him and pumped him until he came all over his face, then I released his legs and let him lay there until the cum had dried completely.

Then I took a polaroid, only after slipping my panties on him.

And I told him I'd send copies of the picture to his office unless he followed my directions.

**

Needless to say, Paul did as told. I was at his apartment the next week, taking all the men's underwear from his dresser and shoving it into a big bag.

He watched me despondently.

"I am altering your wardrobe," I told him. "And I am taking over your dick. You don't cum without permission, and you can forget about sticking your cock into every woman you meet on the road."

I could tell what he was thinking - I could tell, because he didn't see all that worried. Because he figured he'd go out and buy new underwear when I left, and he'd stick his dick into whoever he pleased when he was out of town in a few days.

Until I took his wallet. I took away his credit cards, checkbook and money. I took everything but ten dollars.

Then I had him bring up my luggage - I informed him I would be staying a few days, to ensure the start of his training went well.

Then I locked the steel chastity pump onto his dick. It was a specially made steel harness that crushed his balls together (to make him more compliant) and prevented him from getting hard. He could piss out of the top, barely. And it was secured with a lock at the base and two more locks on the side.

"This is temporary, until I get a piercing on your dick," I told him.

His eyes widened.

I smiled and patted his ass.

Then we started his training.

**

Paul, or "paulie" as I started to call him, had to first learn to eat pussy for hours, to worship the female body and to get no pleasure for himself. This is my favorite part of a man's training.

First, I made him meditate in the corner with my wet panties over his face, taped in place. I would command him to lick the crotch, but only on my order. This would start and stop over the period of an hour or so until the panties were licked clean. They would then be inspected, and I would bring over the next pair.

Eventually I put my panties on him, and they were too tight. The steel device made them pretty much impossible to get on (as I am pretty petite), so we went out shopping for his own panties. I made him try them on in the store. Already his cocky attitude was fading. After all, he was waddling around in a steel trap around his dick and he had a small training plug in his ass.

Nightly I would mount his face and pump up and down on his tongue, and he had to hold positions that I explained to him. Sometimes I would just crouch down on him and smear my wetness all over, then dismount him and masturbate on his chest, making him wail in pain because his erection throbbed so hard in the device.

One night he cried to me. He was on his hands and knees doing anything I told him, begging for release from the device. He said his balls were crushed and his dick felt like it was on fire. Big tears streamed down his face. He said he was suffering from an infection. He demanded to be taken to a doctor.

I handed him the phone. "Go ahead and call 911" I told him.

Because I knew it was all bullshit. He was just horny. And the more horny a man got, the more desperate he was.

**

By the second weekend I had him dusting and vacuuming nightly. He would wear a short maid skirt and put a big bow in his hair. He was used to the tight cock harness by now and he could accommodate a medium sized plug with ease.

Our nightly pussy worship sessions were peaking at 90 to 120 minutes without a break for him, and I started to make him do my friends, too. They always look forward to this part of the training because they get free orgasms and are not required to do anything in return. Not even look at the guy or talk to him.

It's like a girls' slumber party, we eat ice cream and wear lingerie, and talk as if he is not even there. But we switch off mounting his face and one of us enjoys the licking, nibbling and sucking.

My friends know the codes, too. And we just bark them out like he is an automated pussy worship machine. "Tongue," means deep penetration, "SUCK," means alternating deep sucking and soft sucking. You get the picture. There are fourteen commands in total, and Paul knew them all.

By the end of the night his face was chaffed and he looked like shit. His hair was stuck to his face, stuck with pussy juices, sweat and spit. He was led into his puppy cage and put down for the night.

Then the three of us sat up drinking champagne and talking about the real men in our lives.

**

So, let's see. Around week three I started toilet training him and he was doing complete house chores. He was also dressing only in women's clothes when he got home from work, and he was allowed one orgasm every two days but he had to drink it all from a glass, and it was only for that week only; then he would return to one orgasm every 4th month. This was just a break to start his cum-eating training, so that I could eventually use him as a service whore at fetish parties.

The best thing about Paulie, though, was his change in attitude. He would assume position at my feet each night, he was compliant and sweet to all women he came in contact with .

The true test was when he brought me to a work function one night. He was in his work mode, in a nice suit and looking very handsome. The women in the office all giggled and pointed to him.

I was sipping wine when one of them came up to me to compliment me. "I don't know what you did to Paul, but ever since you two started dating he has been such a nice guy. You probably don't know this..but before, he had the worst reputation in the office for being a pussy hound…no offense. He just was such a skirt chaser."

I smiled and introduced myself to her. She was cute, a little younger than me. In fact, I sensed she might like to know more about how complete Paul's change was. "Well, it's taken some work, but I think he's on his way to being a perfect gentleman. You should come over some time, I 'll let you in on my little secret."

She laughed. "Yeah, I'd like to know how you did it. I know of a few guys that could use a similar treatment!"

Yes, I thought. This was a girl I wanted to get to know.

**

That night, after the part, Paul removed my shoes and rubbed my feet. He looked up at me adoringly as I fingered his hair. "You are so much more likable now," I told him.

"Thank you," he said, and he beamed. He had long since learned that the only pleasure he sought in life was my pleasure. When I was happy, he was happy. Nothing else mattered.

"Take me to bed," I ordered. "I want you in garters, stockings and bra. Put on a lace nightie for me. Then, service my ass for a half hour. If you do a good job, I will let you sleep at the foot of the bed."

He looked genuinely thrilled.

And the rest of the night was perfect.

**

So now, some three weeks later, I sit waiting for Paulina (her new name now) to finish party preparations.

My new strap-on trainee is none other than the secretary in his office that I met at the party; he has no idea, and when he sees her buckled into my brand new 9-incher he will die of embarrassment, especially since he will be on all fours with a big cock in his mouth (mine).

The skirt looks lovely on him, though, I must say. And he moves as gracefully as he can. In a moment the guests will start to arrive, but not before I take him back and practice a few slave positions with him.

Then I am giving him away, sadly. Tonight is my last night with him; I plan to offer him to my friend Cindy.

There is another man that needs training. The arrogant, mindless guy I see at the gym all the time. He's 210 pounds of solid muscle, at least. He hit on me for the last time the other night.

Tomorrow, I will start on him. In a month he'll be wearing women's leotards at the gym and working out with a big plug in his ass.

He just doesn't know it yet.

[elgoomgnizalb]

Thanks a bunch! Though I'm still wondering if my thong is good enough for you